JESUS BOY, WAHT THE FUCK ARE YA DOING? Don't you get bored while torturing me FOR NOT DYING ON A FUCKING COUCH?? FUCK THIS SHIT AND FUCK THE SHIT THAT MADE THIS SHIT SO SHITTY!!I@$3RWSEFDSFGSDOFIGHDOGJEROGERFDRNGEWRHY34T[PJRGKNJERFGOQ5RPIUB4

Everything that you type on your keyboard, every thought that you can materialize and transmute into symbols and shapes, every un-thought thought that you had thought while writing gibberish on paper while absorbed by the fancies of everydayness - has already been written. You, a mere librarian, without even being aware of your very nature, wander throughout the endless halls of eternity. Because of your curiosity, the very essence of the greatest of all metaphors (the primeval sin - the archetype of becoming) or maybe because of your puerile nature, you choose to satisfy your thirst and violate the sigillum that separates your delicate fingers from the embroidery of the fragile words. Paper ignites so easily... Every post you see in this sub-reddit is a discovery. The discovery of oneself. Every letter, every word, every string of binary data is you reflecting upon yourself. Seek liberation in the absolute freedom of the (un)written word. Seek answers in exclamations, not in questions! Also, dsffswdfedfrg534twrgsf.

The year is 1990, and the place Cleveland. The First Years Jet Stroller-Easier for You, More Comfortable for Baby. I'd like to exchange Baby. How can I exchange it? Sunny day---no worries. Wait for 10th December - De Lalande and Marais. The year is 1990, and the place Cleveland. Je me souviens. Hold on for a hero.

The hero’s journey is the epic structure defined by Joseph Campbell in The Hero with a Thousand Faces. The year is 1990, and the place Cleveland.

Do not attempt this if you are mechanically incompetent or unwilling to potentially damage your device.